Eyes in a haze
Rotund stomachs, child’s play
Smooth lawn, shaded concrete- taut, cool
Here I man my wagon
Tears erupt to greet the wind
Hairs along my cheek
Tongue on the edge of wet lips
A hugging sighupon my shoulders—
I stop to view
Glinting tailpipes, striped shirts
Sticky hands, high smiles, red popsicles
As I cruise into summer’s end.
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